I am currently seeking patent for my latest invention, attributed to tweens and their endless eye-rolling activities.
Honestly, is this something they learn in school? Is this a subject they teach in grade 3? How has eye-rolling become such a staple in my sweet child’s life?
Well I have invented a cure. This cure is still in experimental mode, so feel free to apply to your own unique eye-rolling circumstances and report findings. I’ll create a spreadsheet, if you want. Or maybe someone can design an app…
Currently, I’m of the opinion that his eye-rolls are [still] cute(ish) and not-yet-too annoying but I can see how this could escalate in the future. Not to mention the fact that the little 6 year old chicklet has decided to accompany her “OH MY GOD MOMMY” and “what is the MATTER with you MOMMY” with a healthy dose of eye-roll each time. Doesn’t leave much to be desired, does it.
Anyway, yesterday I announced to my boy that for every eye-roll I witness, I will deduct 10 minutes off the electronic gadgets they’re allowed to play with on the weekends. So far he’s registered -20 minutes (that’s NEGATIVE twenty minutes) of Minecraft time, and he’s down to 10 minutes of XBox 360 NHL hockey thingy game he plays.
But. Today is only Wednesday…
How’s THAT for a cure? Now, where can I seek patent information for this tidbit?
So there’s a thing about me you may not know.
I can barely see.
Oh, I can see fine when I have my contacts in, and like all moms, I have eyes on the back of my head which renders me to see who swiped the last cookie or who hid the homework sheet behind the dresser so as to appear like a homework-less child. I can see those things just fine, and I don’t even need glasses. Continue reading
How do you achieve perfect balance in your life? Is it even possible? How can you live in a state of harmony when family life consists of one dramatic adventure after another?
I lose many battles in this house, but no battle irritates me more than the endlessness of incoming paper.
The paper that enters my, and most everyone’s house includes, but is not limited to: Continue reading
Other posts on school or homework here.
Homework, assigned or self-imposed by the meany parent that I am, will be the end of me.
So I switched gears and I found myself in a rather enlightening parenting moment the other night. But to get to the point about the analogy, please allow me to provide some background first:
My third grader does not get a lot of homework in the form of the bring-home, repetitive, fill-out-worksheet, regurgitate-memorized-information type. And frankly, I’m on the fence whether I want to have him do this type of work, or not. On the one hand, practice and repetition is a good way to learn foundational material, like arithmetic, but on the other hand, no one in this house or within proximity of earshot to this house wants to hear the complaining about those kinds of activities.
Still, grade 3 is elementary school which is foundational learning which in my view requires a certain amount of repetition. But my child finds the entire idea *boring*, and *crap* and won’t do it without a certain amount of, let’s use the word encouragement, from me.
[insert parental eye-roll]
But I insist on it anyway. Continue reading
Everyone is complaining about the weather in our parts. It’s cold, there’s no sign of spring, we can’t seem to shed the layers, and we’re all tired of being indoors. Continue reading
A new phase has begun. I am the mother of a tween boy. Continue reading